The elevator door slid open, and the lobby of the large downtown Chicago hotel came into view. It was a restricted view for one man in the elevator, as the thick, heavy rubber gas-mask-style hood he was wearing narrowed his field of view unless he turned his head. Turning his head was not an option for Jackson, as his neck was wrapped in a four-inch-thick leather collar with metal pieces on three sides, with two leather straps locked in the back. A mid-sized chain is attached to the collar's front ring via a carabiner. The chain is tugged upon, and Jackson steps forward and out of the elevator.
The hotel lobby is bustling, but not overwhelmingly busy. Jackson is pulled forward by the man who holds the chain in his gloved hand. The holder of the chain is only known as Master to Jackson, the man who has secured Jackson in the heavy, faceless gear. The Master is impeccably dressed, his highly polished Dehner Top Strap patrol boot with laced instep, heavy Wedge Vibram Sole, thudding as the Master leads his property across the fine marble floors. The leather pants with a white strip, the Master wears tucked into the tops of the Dehners, with a thick basketweave police-style belt around the waist. The Master wears a long-sleeve shirt with epaulets on the shoulders, the sleeves running to tight cop gloves, the right hand gripping the chain. A leather tie completes the Master’s uniform.
Feeling that Jackson isn’t moving fast enough, the Master tugs on the chain, causing the hooded property to trip but shuffle to get into step and keep up. The Master is very proud of his property and enjoys displaying it as he walks through the lobby. Behind the Master and Jackson are two bellmen with carts of large travel cases.
As they pass by a wall of mirrors, the Master looks at him and his property. The property at the end of his chain is all in black, head to toe. Jackson, who is now the property of the Master, is wearing a pair of polished Cochran boots, laced tightly, with a metal strap that wraps around the top of the boot and a small silver lock at the ankle. The leather jeans the property wears are tucked into the tops of the boots, giving the property a military look. What isn’t seen is the black latex one-piece suit the property wears under the leather. The Master has also secured the property with polished chrome manacles on the ankles, with enough chain to allow the property to keep pace with the Master.
The property is locked into a thick, quilted leather straitjacket that encases the property's torso. Eight silver locks cover the back of the leather, keeping the straps pulled as tight as possible and guaranteed locked. Under that straitjacket, only the Master and the property know there is a latex and a leather shirt, with leather fist mitts, on the property. With the locks and straps, there is no way for the property to escape the Master's captivity.
Jackson looks around the lobby, the best he can, surprised he is in this position. He has no idea what is going to happen, as the leather event he arrived at on Thursday to attend ended on Monday. But he has been under the Master's control since Saturday afternoon. The property has not been allowed to return to his room, and he has no idea what happened to his possessions and the gear he brought to wear. Jackson is concerned that he has missed his flight home to California and has no way to contact anyone for help. The property's current bondage is not considered unusual to anyone in the hotel since the event was a kinky gay leather event, and there have been many men in bondage or dominant men looking for someone to control.
Unable to speak from behind the thick rubber gas mask, Jackson’s lips are filled with a piss-soaked dirty sock that the Master pushed into the prisoner's mouth before pulling over a latex hood of black with only eye and nose holes. The rest of the property’s face is tightly wrapped in the latex, making sure it can’t open its jaw or speak. The lenses of the gas mask hood are reflective, so there is no way for someone to see the eyes of the property, which display levels of fear and the desire to escape. But that isn’t going to happen, as the Master leads his property to the main exit and to the arrival area for vehicles.
A black Ford van is parked to the left; the shine shows it's well taken care of. A driver climbs out of the van and moves to the back, where he opens the two back doors. Coming to a stop, the Master instructs the bell services to start loading the travel gear into the back of the van. They position their carts and see a heavy black leather curtain blocking the view into the van's interior. They start loading the cases.
The Master turns to his property, raising his gloved hand to gently stroke the side of the headgear the property wears. The property sees that the Master smiles as he speaks. “I know you’re fucking scared, as you don’t know what is going to happen when we leave here. All you need to know is that you are safe with me, as I chose you, and you will learn so much.”
With a slight pat on the cheek, the Master turns to the driver who stands at the side door. The driver opens the latch, and the side door slides open. With a tug on the chain, the Master pulls his property forward, and Jackson steps into the dark van. As his eyes adjust, he sees a cage with a metal chair in the middle. This causes the property to pause, not really wanting to proceed. The Master pushes firmly on the back of his leather-encased property, and Jackson realizes he has no choice.
The Master climbs in behind the property and releases the chain from the collar. Handing the chain to the driver who stands outside the van, the Master takes hold of his faceless property and turns him so that the property is facing the chain in the middle of the cage. Feeling the Master unzipped the ass of the leather pants, there is another zipper that is opened on the latex suit, the cool air floating on the bare skin of the property. As his ass is being exposed, Jackson sees the black dildo that his bolted to the seat of the metal chair. A moan comes from behind the gag, as the property knows that the plug is larger than anything he has experienced. That dildo is going to be uncomfortable.
The Master firmly grips the property by the shoulder and turns his object so that the ass is now moving backward to the seat of the chair. The property fights the movement to sit in the chair and be impaled. Still, the Master maintains his control and continues pushing the object backward. Jackson tries to speak, but only mumbling comes from behind the piss-soaked sock, with labored breathing funneling from behind the gas mask.
As the property's legs touch the seat, the Master forces Jackson to sit, as Jackson feels the cold lube that is on the dildo trying to enter his hole. At first, the Master is patient as he allows his property to adjust to what is about to enter the hole now owned by the Master. The black device is slowly pushing into the edge of the property's ass hole. Then, without warning, the Master shoves his hooded and gagged object down into the seat as the dildo fills that ass completely and deeply. There is a sharp, painful, muffled scream from the encased property as it struggles in the seat.
Without any acknowledgment of the pain the property has experienced, the Master secures the many straps on the metal chair. Each is locked as it is pulled snugly to ensure the object cannot move. Standing back, the Master smiles at what he has in his van. A man he met two days ago, now sealed in latex and leather, strapped and locked, gagged and turned into a submissive plugged object.
“Fuck, you are impressive.” Notes the Master.
Closing the cage door creates a tight fit for the property in the small cage. A large padlock is secured on the cage door, and the Master makes his move to leave the van. Stepping out, the Master slides the door shut. Then he climbs into the passenger seat as the property watches the driver climb back in and the van proceeds out of the entry drive and into the busy streets of Chicago.
